Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

Man is most happy, when his own actions are arguments and examples of his virtue.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.

Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.

I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history.

Heaven fashioned us of nothing; and we strive to bring ourselves to nothing.

Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best.